On The Angels Wings Of Desire Book Novels & Stories

He pressed his lips to mine before speaking, “it’s the angel blood.” Excuse me, what? “What does that mean?” I asked him. He grabbed my hand, led me to his study and sat me down on a chair. He reached on a bookshelf and pulled down an old leather bound book. He opened it up to a bookmarked page and showed it to me. This page was all about angels! What stood out to me though was that angels were attracted to strong, dominant men who would produce the best offspring. The stronger the offspring would be, the harder it would be to resist. I looked at him incredulously.

He called her name, over and over, his tiny voice raw with desperation. But the flames didn’t care.The fire danced along the walls, greedy and fast, licking up the wooden beams like they were nothing but paper. Another crash sounded from somewhere above. The ceiling groaned under the weight of its own destruction. The fire trucks arrived but it was too late. He was swooped in the arms by a large man. Tears welled up in his eyes. He wanted to scream for them to save her but his throat was tight shut. He fought, but he was too weak, too disoriented. By the time the smoke had cleared, all that was left was the blackened remains of a home he once felt safe in. And her, he hoped that she had been

Glancing back at the door, I felt the urge to back away, but I stayed back. Gulping hard, I reached for the book; it almost dropped off my hand due to its heaviness. I sat on one of the chairs and opened it. The first page had me reeling in shock. It was a history book of the generations that existed centuries before. From the first page, I was glued to the introduction of all the varying beings and their respective strengths. My eyes rounded like saucers when I saw the page about angels. I thought they were a myth, but I am reading about their existence on Earth. Each creature has a birthmark, and I was shocked to see the same mark as the one on my lower belly behind me. Wings.

he said shyly, lowering his head, as if not wanting to make eye contact with me when he spoke his name. I was just about ready to tell him it was nice to meet him, but then his name triggered a memory from my childhood of a fairytale story my father told me as a child, about a trio of brother angels that fell from the heavens from above. The first angel’s name was Ariel, with wings as white as snow, and eyes as blue as the sky, and was the bearer of good. The second angel’s name was Michael, who was the middle brother that wanted peace among good and evil but lost his fight to balance the two brothers out. The third angel’s name was no other than Gabriel, who had wings as dark as night, with

I felt so weak that I wished I died in the car crash instead of my parents. "Listen to me, Angel" Ace said seriously and roughly rose my face so that I would look at him. "Right now, you need me" he stated. "I'm not leaving. I will not leave" he said sternly. "Understand?" he asked. With that, he crushed his lips against mine. Instinctively, my hands found their way in his hair, I tugged on them and pushed my lips harder against his. I felt all the tension leaving my body slowly. He picked me up, making me wrapped my legs around his hips. He walked to the living room, without breaking the kiss and sat on the couch with me straddling him. He pinched me slightly and I gasped in need when he sl

That was when I realized that I had taken his shirt off in anger. I felt naked. Heat rushed up my skin as his hands circled my waist and pulled me flush against his rock hard chest. I couldn't even look him in the eyes. "Look at me, Lena," He whispered. His voice was husky and filled with so much desire. "I- I can't. Just let me go, Damon. You've not been particularly straightforward with me." He caught my chin with the tip of his finger and pushed my face to look up at him. "What's more straightforward than telling you that I want you? That I can't even bring myself to leave you the fuck alone? You think I am this way with the other girls?"

I whispered. My arms were on either sides of her head as I gazed heavily into her mesmerizing brown orbs as they peer directly into mine. Andrea pokes her tongue out of her mouth and swiftly swipes it along her lower lip making my hard on even more harder. I move the hair that managed to find itself on her face to the side capturing her beauty in my head. "I-I can't control my sinful desires anymore. I want us to be one tonight, Andrea. I want to feel you around every inch of me. I want to hear your sweet moans. I want everyone in this god-damned house to hear your screams of pleasure. Please let me make you mine," I whispered brushing my lips against hers.

Selene The angel stepped down from the stone and walked towards me with pause. At another moment, that movement would have been a danger to me and would have put me on my guard; however, I was mesmerized. I could not stop seeing how majestic his wings were. Wings seemed to be something so incredible. When he was in front of me, I unconsciously reached out my hand for his wings. “I wouldn't do that if I were you,” the angel said, and as a reflex I pulled back. “Unless you want to burn to death in a second, I don't recommend touching an angel's wings.”

She wasn’t one of my past flings who didn’t care where or when I fucked them or how I fucked them. She was my precious little angel. My fucking everything. And I was going to remind her of how much she means to me. “I want to tie you to my fucking bed and ravish you, Angel, until you can’t take anymore and till we’re both out of breath.” I voice my thoughts against her lips, gazing into her eyes; those beautiful eyes that reminds me of the sudden grey clouds in the sky over a bright afternoon weather. Like the calm before a storm. Her eyes were a mix of grey clouds and bright, clear blue summer sky. And they were staring into mine with as much fucking desire for me and I held for her.

Talk about some serious daddy issues. I knocked on the door and then slowly pushed it open, already knowing in my bones that the angel in question was wide awake. Shamshiel was quite the sexy vision as he sat on his bed. His wings out, propping him up in a sitting position, long legs crossed under the covers and book in hand. His chest was bare and the lamp light flickered, sensually highlighting the angles and dips of his sculpted form. Unconsciously I licked my lips at the sight before me, and his burning blue eyes met mine. His smile was soft and kind, he gestured for me to come sit beside him. My legs felt like they weighed a thousand pounds and I knew I would be getting some answers abo